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Texas Hold Em Poker - 6 ways to win more pots and more money

These tips on Texas Hold 'Em will teach you how to win more money the next time you play poker.
poker players winning a lot of reading and learning strategies of Texas Hold Em Poker to constantly improve their tactics.
So if you read this post it means that you already know the basic rules of Texas Hold'em, but you want to improve as a poker player.
Those that are here are six simple tips that hint at the best practices and strategies at the green table. To keep you updated ricoerda to read and learn all about the game in the best online poker rooms not only allow you to play free, but you also provide all struenti to win the game and give you a cash bonus on your first cash deposit.

First way: play less and win more dishes

seems paradoxical, but it's true, to win more pots need to play fewer dishes. This is the first mistake most of the losing players. When playing online poker you can control the percentage of fop played during a game. If the percentage of flops you play during a game of Texas holdem poker is too high, then it means that you must review your standards of openness, because in your game there are clear losses (Leeks).

Second way - aggressive poker strategy

The easiest way to win is to adopt a more aggressive strategy of betting. An aggressive player who plays with just the right cards in the flop, it is almost always an advantage than a passive player and wait.

Third way - Playing a smart

Playing poker in an intelligent manner, such as attacking or weaker players out of position and avoiding the chip leader in a tournament, is another great way to quickly win more pots and cash.

fourth way - learns the buff and the semi-bluff

strategies more effective but also more risky are those of the bluffs and semi bluffs.
In poker, a bluff is a bet or raise made with an inferior hand, that is done to encourage our adversaries to believe that you have a better hand. With the bluff in practice to show strong aggressive bets even if in reality you have nothing in hand. Col
semi-bluff the player believes that the cards that still have some chance of bluffing success that they have a chance to improve his hand. Winning a semi-bluff and how to win a showdown, but it often takes too lucky in the draw the fit right.
The objective of bluffing is to convince our opponents to fold with a bet or raise aggressively. If properly applied the bluff can steal several dishes.

fifth way - Play multi-table

If you have a good strategy in poker then you should consider playing at multiple tables. If you play poker online, with the option multitable you can play more tables at once.

Sesto way - playing in various limits and levels

Many players find that playing at various levels say you win more money if you vary the limits in which plays. And try to vary your poker games in the level / limit the next higher or lower.

These are only 6 things you mentioned the best ways to play Texas Holdem, but there are many other considerations to be done to really set a game winner. For example, we must also consider all the odds (odds, implied odds, etc..) Before making any decisions on the table stakes. Or you have to learn to study your opponents and to "read" every time you find yourself convolti against them in a dish. Well as they say ... Texas Holdem Poker you never stop to learn ...

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10. Intoxication

Title: Intoxication
Fandom: Pgs
Greek Mythology: Hades / Persephone
Prompt: Trying to escape
Note: ok, understood that hath been raining today and then we write fanfic, so ... For fanfic_italia and pOrnfest her, as always. A bit 'of good possession, descriptive sex scene, anger, love and everything ahead.

The door opened quietly and I hurried to hide behind the pillar. A couple of spirits, not seeing me, so I drew a deep breath. I crossed the threshold, being careful not to make noise. Now lacked little, I would have to pass by Cerberus, but it's not a tame problem. With all the time down there, I could tell who was fond of me and would not have done too many stories to make me go in and out.

Get out, already. I just returned from two months and already I'd had enough of this dark place. I felt suffocated, wondering just a little 'light and fresh air. In thought did not look where I was going - how stupid! - And found myself inches away from a human body. Human or divine, that is. Solid, in fact. Nothing ectoplasm floating and transparent nothing shrill little voice, cavernous, no complaints from morning to night, and so on. Pity that this divine being is not nothing but Thanatos, trust my dog ... husband.

twisted his mouth in a half smile, hoping to still be able to extricate themselves from that situation.

"Oh, Thanatos! How are we going? You also take a walk to the underworld? "

expression did not change forever heavy man, indeed, seems to increase if possible. The black eyes peered me from head to foot, taking note of dark coat and bag containing ambrosia. The right hand snapped forward, releasing two souls and pushing down towards Charon and its river.

"Yes, we could say yes, my dear. I was planning to go somewhere specifically? "Murmured unstressed, even though I knew that if he was laughing inside, the bastard. I would certainly back down, or at least accompanied everywhere except out was obvious.

Quickly taken into account all the possibilities I had. I could not count on his devotion would not have had for me, for their souls and its dead, but for me? Never - nor on his help, for charity. Ade would not have dared to challenge in a manner so open and simple, however I could not give him anything in return. I decided to pretend, at least I saved appearances.

"Yes, I wanted to visit to Cerberus, was bringing him a bit 'of ambrosia, he goes crazy."

The man shrugged his shoulders, taking my arm without another word and leading to the entrance of that place. I bowed my head, biting his lip frustrated, I would not have opened that door and I would not be output, not today, nor for the next four months.

With a snap of the fingers I let my servants vanished, after she brushed her hair enough. My anger was gradually dissipated, and as always the sense of power that gave me be the wife of the king of the underworld had the upper hand and I found myself smiling, and ordered to ragweed and other unlucky to bring something to eat. My voice seemed sharp enough to intimidate is dematerialized in a hurry without saying anything - not that they spoke, but still. I finished arranging my clothes for the night, providing that I wandered a bit 'around the Styx; often find some kind soul willing to tell his story, was a way as any to spend the darkest hours in there when my husband was out to do is not deal with me.

His attention I did not mind, of course, but the loneliness became unbearable at times. If only I had something to do, here as Queen of the Underworld ... I just to go along with his decisions. Ade trust me now, so it happened that he was leaving for his business and leave me to manage and souls of the servants, the supervision of Charon and Cerberus. The change does not bother me, at least I had something concrete to care, but ... it was so different from what was used to do before I snatched!

Sbuffai, as I took the pomegranate - that damn pomegranate - and bite into it, letting slip a few drops ax on my chin and fell on her dress.

Where is Ade? I wondered, rediscovering even impatient. There were days that I could see the figure, days that would not show up in our rooms, days that his voice does not go anywhere I was, I almost always try and follow.

shook the fruit between your fingers, letting his hands dirty to me nectar, making the skin moist and sticky.

His lips took possession of my hand and felt his tongue licking away the voracious red liquid, sucking the index and ring fingers and then passionately, making me shiver. I yelled surprise, depart without really meaning to, his grip prevented me from removing the hand, and the pleasure in watching his tongue that left my white skin made me blush, instilling a little spark in my loins. His dark eyes were fixed on mine, with an air of challenge and fun. The left hand rose to caress her cheek, while his right hand was holding my hand to his lips that imposed themselves on the back, kissing. He pulled up, facing.

"Did you miss me, my bride?"

His presence filled the room in an instant like a dark cloak. The long curly hair moved with the flames flickered dark, as he approached me, his left hand that picked up the pomegranate juice rimastomi chin. I could not move, could hardly support his view. Not because I was frightened, not that. It was something I could not define good, maybe I was fascinated by him, by the way he treated me. He seemed to have some sort of power to me. It cost me to admit it, but it was so, I knew it. Very basically, my heart beats faster when I felt his presence near me. How now, while his fingers down my neck, stroking.

"Persephone, you miss me?" His voice was low and his eyes blacks were not for a moment deviated from mine. He bowed his face to mine, so I could feel the smell of sulfur and observe his beard was too long. The black eye was black deep well of each and every night without moon and -

"Persephone." His hand on my shoulder I received, just shaking and waking. I shook my head, freeing from that sort of hypnosis - what was I taken? - And looked at him, trying to assume a neutral expression.

"I have not even noticed that you were not here, sir."

The half-smile that gave me made me shudder. He arched an eyebrow, while his hand continued its descent and crept under her dress, touching her breast, stroking and touching my nipple almost rude gestures.

"Really? Thanatos told me that today I found it in turn to higher levels with every appearance of wanting to run away and leave me here. I thought I had stopped thinking about things Typically, now. "

inhaled, looking away and staring at the mirror across the room mat. Mercifully, the picture I sent was that of the thalamus, empty. Be aware that my voice does not betray any emotion, yet he had lit the spark that was growing, especially now that he continued to caress me with insistence.

"I just wanted to visit Cerberus. And 'what is more akin to an animal in here. "I muttered, stifling a small moan to me pulled back her dress, opening her legs with the right and insinuating two fingers to caress a part of me already hotly.

"Cerberus." He murmured in turn, removing both hands from me. Against my will I let out a whimper of protest. I wanted, I wanted it so much that I could pray if only I had asked. Hades smiled slightly, helping me to get up and guiding me to the bed. Without even move meant that my role would disappear, and when I turned I saw that he was naked. I BEAI of that body, olive skin and dark, broad chest and muscular enough, the big, rough hands, the look that had no end or beginning. I BEAI of flames that enveloped him, darting between the fingers and toes and in her hair. I sighed, shaking his head up. I never got rid of him? I would never freed his love? I really could not prevent my growing love for him?

"You were gone by Cerberus." He hissed, and only then I realized that was raging. He pushed me backwards, making me fall on the bed and in his hand appeared a small rod skin. Thin. Carefully made her move in the middle of my breasts, leaving a faint pink mark. I shuddered, and surprised me intimately because I enjoyed the contact. The moment he realized he went over me, wielding the rod so smitten me on one side, without tearing the skin, leaving only a scratch which he superimposed a second and then third. I blocked with my knees, burdened with his weight on my body, without ceasing to stare at me.

"The next time you leave my kingdom you'll look good from going to visit Cerberus or any other animal Thanatos without warning, or whatever my subject. Is that clear? "The blows of the rod had moved, intermittently drawing a line on my thigh and on the other side. My lips were tight and I should leave those, otherwise I would have started to moan with pleasure , and I did not dare think about what could trigger reaction. Without waiting for an answer

Ade parted my legs, enter it without any kindness. Only then allowed me to cry, bows his head back, pushing the pelvis against his aching body, trying to follow the movement. His thrusts became regular and deep-sunk in me as much as possible, lifting her legs and holding it back. The scratched his back, digging her nails into the skin, felt the warmth of her body and flames envelop me, mingling with the heat and I felt that I had issued. With one hand he began to touch me, leaving that bathes me even more. In that moment of lost track myself. I stopped to understand what I was and what was I him and our bodies lost their smooth edges. I let the smell of sulfur enveloping me and the shadows approaching me, whispering in human beings torn and violent deaths. I let the tears ran down my cheeks, without curarmene, while his grip on my waist grew stronger. Experience the pleasure overwhelm me when his pace became more insistent, and I let her go, shouting his name - I shout her name - and falling back exhausted the sheets. Rising above continues to hold me until I heard him groan with a shudder and issue a final blast of heat, before letting go with me.

With my fingers wiped the tears of amber, through his fingertips on my lips. The rod was lying at the foot of the bed, forgotten. I heard him whisper my name, softly, and groped belts. I turned on its side, letting the tears flow to resume. Damn amber. Awareness of the fact that for the next few months I did not want to leave the king of the underworld I was almost unbearable - but it was not necessary he becomes aware, not yet.

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09. Funny days,

Title: Funny days
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pg: Hades / Zeus
Prompt: "Now I made all my brothers! "
Notes: written for the pOrnfest # 4 fanfic_italia , in a wee spreee fooling around and various nonsense. Sex descriptive, but not too much. The ninth labor of Iachia, here UU *

Playing with languages of fire between my fingers, on and off. I started to burn the pieces of parchment that were there on the crystal table because there was nothing that made a good fuel in the room. Sbuffai, grabbing a piece of cloud that passed over my head and biting each - sugar, behold, every time we wanted.
I heard his voice echoing down the hallway - not that there were no walls, so it was impossible not to hear her, so deep and high. He was laughing, chasing down Ares on Earth to combine some trouble. Tamburellai with your fingers on the table, continuing to rip pieces of cloud bored and chew. Sbuffai to the door burst open and Zeus came whistling, bursting with joy and tranquility from every pore. He took off his sandals and threw them in a basket of clouds near the bed, then sat comfortably on a chair in front of me and smiled, as if he saw the dark shadows that my body quivering.
"brother! What brings you here? "
Despite myself I could not help but smile back, the man could put me in a good mood and nerves alike.
"I came to find you, brother. You know, sometimes I get bored myself to stay there, everything is so bleak and dark ... The souls are not attacking him put a little 'fresh air we need, right? "
Rise, getting up and snapping his fingers. Two cups full of ambrosia materialized on the table in front of me. I took one, swallowing the liquid with fresh satisfaction.
"Every so often you should take a break, right? Distract you, go and look a bit 'of beautiful women out there ... At least you would not think to all those dead. "
Reclinai the head to the side, so that it can look better. Of course, my brother would have remained a handsome man, not for nothing was forgave all those escapades - making him pay dearly every time, there was no doubt about this, but finally yielded.
"Speaking of distractions ..." I began, getting up in my turn, and approaching him. With one hand took his chin, girandogli her face towards me. The flash of surprise that crossed blue eyes did not make me break down, his expression was now amused, almost hopeful. Approached the my face to hers, so close as to touch the lips.
"I was thinking of a fun way to spend the day ... You have nothing to do, right?" I muttered, passing the language on his lower lip. An instant only, before a retreat, leaving him to go.
A mischievous smile was painted on the face, and suddenly the room was darkened slightly, as if all the light had been obscured by a cloud passing by. The door shut with a twang and the walls became thicker, a thick blanket of gray clouds surrounded us, leaving everyone to become soft and languid.
"No, I do not have special programs. It was somewhere with Aphrodite, so ... "
I dropped on the bed, with a gesture quickly faded clothes that covered me. The flames from my fingers conjoined to form a whip made of shadows, others gather to form ties and chains.
"I thought so. Now I made all my brothers, I mean ... But Neptune is not as funny as you. You at least know how to ... light, here. "
I saw him remain pleased by this compliment, while freed of the tunica and advanced towards me, small electric shocks that darted around the body. I sighed, savoring the satisfaction of a day in bed with the king of the gods, and when I put a hand on her hip shuddered, feeling the electricity go through me. Without many preambles leaned over me, opening her lips and taking my member into her mouth. He began to move his head down and up according to their own pace, heedless of my pelvis, which rose instinctively. The grabbed her hair, forcing him to get better, I closed my eyes as her hands clung to my hips, releasing small lightning on my skin. I It took little to come, concealing a groan. My dear brother raised his head, took his hand and a whip.
"Turn around." Ordered, snapping the skin of the object against my thighs. Smiles, obedience, and a moment later I took without a word, with violence breaking down the whip on my back. I inhaled quickly, enjoying the pain and bending her head back. This coincided with his next shot to go deep inside of me, and I found myself moaning like a child asking for more. With one hand on my buttocks, he contented himself with me, increasing the speed of lashes and thus the rate at which I had. Electricity now seemed to be part of my body, uncontrollable shivering I realized I have goose bumps, the flames around me had become extinct at the moment and I was surprised at hearing my voice rising in tone, while the pleasure mounted and threatened to overcome me. In response to his thrusts I let go, without staining the sheets of clouds. He did not stop, even further increasing the speed of pushing, until I heard him moan slightly, leaning on me.
His breath tickled my ear, while murmured.
"I have not finished yet."
Risi, running a hand through his hair and turned the corner, to have the pleasure to continue. It envisaged a very long day.

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08. Belonging

Title: Belonging
Fandom: RPF Historical
Pg: Alexander / Hephaestion
Prompt: "It is not as it seems."
Notes: Written for the fourth edition of the pOrnfest fanfic_italia . They revived it seems, the influence I have killed, well, no. Second fic Alexander / Hephaestion, with much love and a bit 'of pain. Porniness and there is almost no sex, I ask forgiveness to the next fic I'll try to fix it, I promise! Dedicated to
sourcream_onion because I know she likes taaanto Alexander & Hephaestion \u0026lt;3

Risi floor, bending down more on him, almost as if I wanted to touch the face. I saw his eyes wide and surprised that smirk falter, centered.
"Lord ..." his voice was little more than a whisper, and left him near me so dumbfounded, speechless. I was aware of the fascination that my figure and my person emanated. I was conscious in an almost painful, and it amused me. Everyone knew that my relationship with Alex was special, everyone knew that somehow I was her lover, no one asking questions, taking the figure of Roxanne to hold in high regard, but everyone on the battlefield, do not hesitate to launch a second glance as we passed.
do not know how this news comes at the palace, I do not know if the King of Macedonia with his wife exculpate or him to speak. I was not interested, did not matter. He, here was mine, and I did enough in this news comforting part. Meanwhile I had fun to exercise my power over the subject and enjoy seeing their fear or their admiration. Sometimes I could see the desire in his eyes, wish that was never paid.
Now that Alexander was with her, after this long campaign, I felt alone. Damn only that, but how could I complain? I sat at dinners and banquets, we went hunting together, kept me for the kind gestures. I could see he was trying to hold the weight of their actions well balanced, and had to be agony, I admit, but this did not make me feel less lonely.
My face was close to that of the soldier, I could see the little lines down his face, I could study the thin lips and sunburned, I could touch it, So close, but a flicker of his eyes stopped me. The soldier stepped back quickly, finishing with their backs to the wall seemed to have been panicked. My eyes followed the trajectory that had drawn her, ending sull'androne the door of the room. One hand resting against the frame, Alex looked at us, the term neutral. Light eyes were cold, and for a moment I thought I could see a flash of anger and annoyance. The king took a step forward and I felt the tension in the room to rise dramatically.
"My lord ... not ... not as it seems." The voice of the soldier was crossed by a tremor; idiot. He would have done better to remain silent rather than to imply the king of the possible implications of my act. Alexander made a gesture with his hand as if to put out a lock of hair from his eyes, the soldier made a profound bow before vanishing, passed by without touching them.
Sbuffai loudly, pulling back his long hair and leaning on the wall where it was placed just before the man. I looked at it, tasting its perfection. The muscular shoulders were uncovered, due to the high temperature, as well as the chest. The light trousers wrapped her legs, leaving barely visible protruding bones of the hips, some scar was visible, faded by sun and time. His face was an inscrutable mask as we walk, pass near.
"I did not want to interrupt your fun." I heard him say in a low growl. Almost smiles, surprised by the tone. I had never heard a similar pitch to use, at least with me.
"Do not worry, sir. The victim will be taken away from me just enough to make me just want to spend the play with him. "
I never saw him. I did not see the mask fall, while the boom snapped to the side and the open palm hit me in the face, sending a flash of pain to pierce
my nerve endings. I had no time to think before he took me by the neck - and was higher than it was him! - Trying to lift off the ground. His eyes were now a dark blue, stormy sea, and shook me, leaving me breathless.
"How dare you take advantage of my money within these walls?! How dare you have fun with those who serve me and fight for me?! How dare you exercise that kind of power over them?! How dare you? "My breath was cut off in her throat at that moment I did not care that he could strangle and kill me. His voice echoed in my mind as the roll of a drum and the words they put us a while before she understood. It was then that I could get her hands and pull me by force, pushing him violently backward. Almost lost his balance before leap at me, furious. I grabbed him by the wrists, stopping their advance.
"How can you go and find solace under the roof of one who keeps you and you care? How can you prove your fun in subduing a subject? Threatening, perhaps? How to convince them to follow you? How to convince them to come in your bed ... "
This time I was taking it by the shoulders and shake him and ended up pushing back a second time. I nearly fell out of breath and leaned against a low table.
"In the same way you've convinced me to share your bed and kiss your wounds after each fight, before he got that woman. How dare you address me in that tone?! Call your name in the same way when you are in bed? Will comfort you in the same way when you return from a battle? Include your blood and your fury? Your desire to destroy and kill? How dare you talk like that, that I'm the only person who is not afraid of you? How could you? "A step forward, a hand darted forward to deal a blow on his right cheek. The king of the Macedonians did not move, taking the shot before drawing a deep breath. I saw him coming, I put on him and saw him throw for an instant I remembered when I was little and played in the war. Then again do not we loved each other, not so. Then we would have never done so badly.

I tried to open the eye and less pesto mugugnai; buttressing both hands on the ground I pulled partially down, resting on the legs of the one seat remained intact. I breathed deeply, savoring the damage: a black eye, a split lip, scratches and various bruises on his legs, nothing too serious. Bowing his head Alexander observed, lying next to me. A cut on his right eyebrow would not stop bleeding, he should be medicated. The left hand had two fingers that were becoming red and swollen, but they would remittances with a cold pack; Clito would kill me if I touched his hands, and I had a little common sense. He had some bruising on his chest and a scratch on his right arm, but seemed healthy.
Risi, heedless of the pain.
"I hope you serve as a lesson." I said, pulling up hard. I kept staring at him until he opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Are you going to die, Hephaestion?"
laughed taste, going to squat beside him.
"Never before you, my king. Do not make me as foolish. "The wet scostai a lock from her face, before looking down at his lips. Her teeth sank into her lower lip hurt before letting his tongue lick the blood. The right hand grasped my neck, pushing my face against hers, and forced his tongue inside my mouth and sank it with arrogance. Meanwhile his free hand was down my pants, pulling the strings.
"Alexander ..." I tried to get away but his hand held me firmly.
"There you go, Hephaestion. Do not leave me, not now. "Hissed, tearing the fabric of the garment I wore. I sighed, bowing his head slightly.
"As you wish, sire." I muttered. His gaze seemed full blast, like his voice.
"You belong to me, Hephaestion. As this world. Please Hephaestion. You are what separates me from madness. "Once again, I sighed, touching his forehead with mine.
"Yes, Alessandro. I belong to you. "

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Hig stakes Texas Holdem: How to lose $ 50,000 at the poker table

How can you lose $ 50,000 at a poker table in a one hand?

last episode of High Stakes Poker, the popular American show tied to the world of Texas Holdem and its great players, Antonio Esfandiari can lose $ 50,000 in one fell swoop. Now, given that I never even remotely dreamed of playing these figures, I can not how do you lose $ 50. 000 at the poker table so in one fell swoop?

imagine this happening to someone used to always play such high figures, but because they are playing with such a sum for all the time in a rather silly?

often can not understand the play of Esfandiari and Laak. They send me in tilt every time I see them together in a poker game.

Esfandiari least have some flashes of skill at the poker table. The High Stakes Poker quest'annohanno also revealed other stars of the game especially Durrr. The first episodes when he played against the affected hand of Barry were the best, worst and half those of the last great again!

Protect your bankroll is probably one of the most important lessons in Poker. There are some universal guidelines that all players should follow in Texas Holdem, Click here to find rules and strategies of the game.
Check out the sparks Esfandiari's in one hand and then throw you to the conclusions, often even among beginners factor C helps.

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07, Under the Light

Fandom: Original
Pg: m / m
Prompt: chandelier
Notes: written for the pOrnfest # 4, @ fanfic_italia , in response to the comment of the Goddess sourcream_onion , both because we like to collect seeds Challenges etc etc etc. Sex seeds descriptive, stairs and lights ahead!

"Can you? Come on, is not very high ... "The

held the ladder steady while it rose on tiptoe to get screwed in the bulb - with a nice view of her back, really -, low as it was could have been fall and break something. Muttered an answer without looking down, holding the bulb pressed between his lips and loosening those burned out or broken - or nearly all. Keeping a balance on the last rung of the ladder began to move, so I could drop them in the trash nearby.

"Of course I had to take your old one, eh? Without even a decent bulb, I say. "Indistinct mumbling his was like the annoying buzzing of a fly, so the smorzai with a wave of his hand impatiently.

"Shut up and screwed." I said, passing the new bulbs. It was filmed in half to the hands and leaned - very low, mh-mh - giving me a good overview of the abdominals, not too sculpted, simple and pleasant to touch. Touching, yes, I could actually ...

"Finished?" la sua voce mi era arrivata lontana, e mi ero riscosso.

"No. Dammi un attimo e ti passo le altre." guardandolo avevo sorriso, al ricordo inaspettato di una cosa.

"Che devi fare? Muoviti, voglio scendere da qui. Sai che odio le scale." aveva sbuffato e poi aveva trattenuto il respiro, al che gli avevo malamente tirato giù i pantaloni della tuta ed i boxer in un colpo.

"Non avevi detto tu che volevi farlo sopra al lampadario? MI sembra abbastanza vicino, no? A meno che tu non voglia poggiartici sopra e vedere se regge..."

La sua mano si era impligliata fra i miei capelli, afferrandoli e tirandoli verso up. He smiled, balancing on that step, but without much preamble I bent down between her legs, putting my tongue on him. I heard him mutter something and I made sure to make more firm my grip on the metal ladder on the one hand, and touched it with his other hand. Scostai my lips, only to whisper a warning.

"Stay very still, otherwise we'll kill them both." Not getting the response taken as assent, taking him in opening the lips and mouth, slowly sucking up to the tip. I could laugh, groan hearing, and went back down and let my tongue caress him without even being too kind. Eyes closed, I tasted his reactions and growing excitement, holding my lips around his member forcefully, as if to get a bite. His muffled sighs I arrived, and I could feel the tension of the muscles that kept the body in precarious balance. I enjoyed just bite him now that he had turned hard, and I felt jerked, looking for an outlet that does not exist on the step. I continued to tighten and I saw how bent his head, his features twisting into a grimace of pleasure, I went back to suck, to get to the top of his excitement and bite hard, so much so that I felt his sudden movement and I just had time to let it go and to avoid him, before I fell on him. On the ground on the table, laughed, taking his face in his hands and kissing on the lips pouting.

"I had asked you, I have not done that fulfill your desire!" I cried, before he started to bombard me with fists, finally crashing his wrists and bite his neck, promising a night light off.

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06, Iliad,

Fandom: Pg
Iliad: Achilles / Patroclus
Prompt: sighs
Notes. AU. Yes, AU. Achilles and Patroclus in a location other than a tent, a battlefield, one thing with the dust and blood, in fact. Just for a change and see what effect him, maybe make fun. Join the 4 of pOrnfest fanfic_italia , of course.

my gaze falls on his index finger as it slides between the lips. I see the lower lip to lean forward while sucking the tip of his finger in mock done thoughtfully, the bastard. Is looking at me from the back of the room because he knows that I am excited beyond words, she knows very well.
For a moment I can even to glimpse her tongue peeping out, before my attention is captured by the owner that I badly apostrophe.
"Hey you, give us a move? We're not playing mica, here! "
Yes, yes I nod and when I take the bar from where I had left. The shadows I hide her figure, especially now that he has moved further down, one of the last seats. I look at him as he dropped wearily on a chair, that Christ's always finger in her mouth. But what is it, a baby?
I move forward into the spotlight and talk about fixing it, making my every gesture, the more dramatic - and sensual - as possible. I look at it, if you like, but I will ensure that they are not the only one excited tonight. My hand shooting forward, as if wielding a sword, and with a half smile I launch into my monologue, while very fantasy kill my opponent, not stopping for a moment to be graceful in their movements. Fencing helped me a lot in this, I must admit, and my healthy narcissism not only increases the pleasure I feel at this time. The rehearsals are those stresses me more, but they can also give me great satisfaction and at times more than the former itself. Concluding the scene, I go back from the wings, getting a decent round of applause from the boys who coordinate the behind the scenes.
Lynn approached me with a bottle of water and a towel, take care to place it on my bare chest and drenched in sweat. Now I'm used to his gestures, his hands touching me with ease and familiarity. Not only is it beautiful, but also fairly good as an actress. Several times I told her to try to claim a part, but every time she merely shook her head and giggling, hiding behind the excuse of shyness. For the theater you need courage, or so I have always said. A minimum of courage, at least. He glanced sideways to the audience, but I can not see it, so I turned toward her.
"You know who is that guy? It is now a week who come here. "
The girl I'm massaging your shoulders, and replied absently.
"I have no idea, honey. The director does not stories and I do not ask questions, if you are good to him ... Why? "
shrugged in a gesture of false indifference, and taking her hand to his lips. I see her tremble slightly, and smile in response.
"No, it's just me from 'bother to have those eyeballs. You may inquire for me? I would like to exchange a few words after the first of tomorrow, if it is present there too. "
The bite just smile and look at your thumb, while backs and loose from my grip.
"Okay sweet, I'll see what I can do. You know what it will cost you, mh? "He laughs, her back to me and directed towards the dressing rooms.
"Oh, sure. With pleasure. "I say, following her. I do not even care that someone sees us, what is now known that there is enough fun, me and her. I sneak into my dressing room, following her, and I shut the door behind him with a thud dry.

"At last the finger is where it belongs." Whistle, taking the index of that guy - how did you call? Oh, yes, Patroclus, here's how. What a name! - Sucking and almost reaching the knuckle.
"At least the plant to smile." Grumbling, went in one direction and indistinct. I feel rder, while with the other hand pulls me down on this costume - or a ridiculous thong - and takes possession of my excitement without giving so many explanations. Those arriving later, I suppose. Or they did not, would not be a problem. I will just push harder against the chair in the dressing room, because to sit, or do something meaningful that can take on the appearance of a position quite horny. Patroclus - but parents have? - Merely resist slipping off the finger of his mouth and letting my sex, while a step back and I team.
"Of course you're much better up close." Verdict, not stop giggling. "I do not I would have thought, really. "he looks around, searching for something like one of the bouquets of flowers and makeup and the lack of furniture. At the end shakes his head, sighing.
"But there's no good. Do not have a place more comfortable? "Fed up with making calls, crossing his arms to his chest. I feel that I am going to jump on him, if I were an animal, but I refrain.
"What do you want a suite? This is what I have for the time being, I certainly did not intend to take you home. "
sighed again, before putting on an air of sullen gods.
"Too bad, I would have liked ... You know, a bed, sofa, rug ... "
With a click I move, finding a few inches from him, with my most charming smile.
"On the ground you're happy with less?" He murmured, getting close enough to be potergli biting the ear lobe. I feel that finally choked to issue a stop that laughter and sighs, and before long his hands back to touch me, frantically. Slid on the floor with ease, and I leave it mounted on top of me still dressed. My fingers quickly loose the buttons of his shirt, as he unravels outside the trousers, without stopping to stare. I know, are really cool, there is what to say. I see the way I look, you look at my slender fingers as they move over her body, I can see from his expression hungry that I immediately contagious. With a groan I open my legs and I let myself get in that uncomfortable position, closing his eyes and bowing his head on the cold floor. As he plays

glances at me, trying to hide the wish that more evidence. I settle her hair absent-mindedly looking at the mirror and my face when I hear the door open.
"See you tomorrow?" I ask casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
His eyes are crossed by a lightning of surprise and then of satisfaction.
"I'm really so good in bed, mh, Mr Achilles' Fast?" Does not wait for my response and simply close the door behind him, leaving me in doubt, except that I saw that grin just mentioned. Oh, yes, he can not resist. I'm just a cool.

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Sighs 05. Iliad, Fixed points

Fandom: Iliad

Pg: Achilles / Patroclus

Prompt: Fixed points

Notes: Written for the pOrnfest # 4, although there is not porn none, in practice. He comes from a night a bit ' blue, from a nostalgic evening.

The air was crisp. The air was not crisp for days now. The dust was rising continuously for the passage of horses and the charioteer on foot, covering everything from hair under the helmet to the tissues beneath the armor. The sky was not blue, but gray. I could just see it, if you lift the face, but my eyes were constantly focused on the Trojan that I was in front, the comrade who died next to me, blood gushing out and Keres who carried souls to Hades.

"will reveal a secret, because I know that I did not betray you. "

continues to advance and my sword went on strike. From the top of my car I could see the bodies relentlessly beaten and torn, as in the most respectable of the carnage. I saw the mighty Agamemnon who was in front, to lead men and to encourage them, I saw Diomedes giving orders to his charioteer, even Hector saw that as a wild beast, severed limbs and threw the fear among our ranks.

There was no more sound in that devastated land. I do this I have learned the value of the sound.

"Every time we returned, I sat in silence until he fell the night. "

I could observe from my position all I wanted. Madness, above all, of those gestures. Madness and the meticulousness, the ferocity, the desire, the thirst for blood and get value, get the glory, forever remember the words of others. I could see all this, but my eyes were tired. Do not laugh, I know I do not believe me. Nine years I had watched this scene repeated again and again, how could I not tired at the end?

In fact, now not paying more attention to them. I looked at them without really seeing them, I would just do what I went there for the honor, to fulfill my destiny, as each of them, but really did not see them. Amid all that noise, I kept looking for you.

"You see? Fool, I should not talk. I knew you'd laugh. What do you think that I is not even human? Every so often happens to me, to make these thoughts. "

" Yes. I did not think was possible, in truth. "We were up and had stopped my hand, taking the cloth wet. Without ceasing to smile you had passed me on his shoulders, letting me relax. I was half-closed eyes, and go on.

Every man needs a fixed point where to look. It 'something I realized over time, with every passing day, with the accumulation of fatigue in the arms. Every man needs to find its own balance, something that takes away the chaos in times of panic, in the most unexpected moments, in times of need. As the constellations for the sailors, everyone needs something to bring her home, even for a moment. Otherwise, go mad, do not you think?

I heard your hands on my shoulders now fresh. I felt your lips that I kissed her hair dirty and gross dust and blood. Your fingers had come to undress and had began to stroke, and your voice urged me to continue. At these times your voice down, it becomes hoarse, invariably gives me shivers of pleasure. I just leaned his head back and I waited for your get down on my lips gently, that would suck and withdrew, becoming elusive. I felt your arms around me, and sighed, letting go against you.

In battle I can not ever distract me. Not for a while, even for breath, not even to cry out as they should. I am the one who must lead this nation to victory, I have no time for anything there. On that field of the earth sometimes I I really wonder what remains. The honor, glory, fortune, knowledge of being right. Sometimes I forget and I remember the days when we played Phthia. Sometimes I think I'm there in the blinding sun.

Your mouth continued to kiss me, cradling my skin, my sweat. For a moment I opened my eyes, and led me to the bed without speaking. I had done stretch and just laughed and asked me to move on. To think back to when we were small, too small even for the memories. Of what life was like before you decide to smile at my fate. He had laid his head on her lap, and your fingers have fallen to look for my State, touching it with a note of malice. I sighed and leaned his head on the pillow.

The stones there were white. You have lost their color. Everything is painted in reddish earth, every thing can not escape to what is happening around. Even the gods come down to have their say, to pull the strings, running beside us. Do not leave us in peace, give us no respite. Oh, right, I know. For them it does not matter who will live or die tomorrow. It 's just a game, a step, nothing. I said, there were white stones, we do not have more color. The sky is not not clear. Nothing is clean, nothing is fresh, new. Nothing will ever be, do not you think?

Your hand was firmly closed around me and I arched my back, just a little, sighing. Your lips were firmly on my taxes, this time, and I'd smile.

I was looking for you. I've always looked for you, the fray, you know? Amid all that noise, among others they called my name. Achilles, Achilles, shouting. I even listened to them, I pushed myself forward until I found myself in the midst of those bodies, and I was coming around to protect you. Why are you the needle my balance, without you, it would be useless even revival, even this life. But you know, right? You try again, there. Now that Hector's body was torn and my thirst quenched only half, I still look for your picture there in the middle. I see you look back at me and smile, before going back to advance. I give you my fixed point to continue.

I opened my eyes, do not feel your weight on me. There was nothing there. I breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling of the tent, looking for any points that could give me a balance, in vain.

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04. Closet

Fandom: ORIGINALù

Pg: M / M

Prompt: "We are not in the closet!" ;

Notes. Written for the pOrnFest, semic much to do and have fun, because I needed to relax. Sex semi descriptive, but not really.

"But ... we're not in the closet!" I exclaimed, laughing, while pushing me inside the closet space and equipment that could not even be called a 'wardrobe'. It was simply a business full of coats and piled up buckets and brushes that they would not find another place in my small apartment.

"Oh yes we are, trust me." I said, lifting his shirt and biting a nipple to playful, heedless of my moan that was half dictated by pain. Shortly after I had kicked the jeans in a corner with a kick, passing his arms around her waist and dragging down on me. You were cursed, slamming his elbow against a shelf of the shelf, before sinking his face in the crook of my neck and suck the skin, your hands are occupied elsewhere to give me pleasure, much lower. Her hair was still wet for the heavy rain that poured out, and seems incredibly innocent, despite everything. When I raised my face to kiss passionately I closed my eyes, opening his lips to penetrate your language. Only then I stopped thinking, focusing on feelings, on trying to grasp everything about you, every inch of skin, every boss, I wanted to touch everything, like I was going for some time, I did not want to miss anything, not even a breath. In that space

let me take narrow, looking in your eyes while you arch your back and gently pushed into me, not me too bad. It was me that once again I was approached, clinging to my legs behind your hips and lift your pelvis so that I could sink into me over and over again, without deny you anything. I raised a hand to caress her face, to touch her hair blonde who had become too long and I fell over his eyes, moving away soon. I smile, feeling the pleasure mount in waves inside me, seeing it reflected in your muscles, in your head that bent into the mouth and biting my hand to suppress a stifled cry. For eyes closed, his arms trembling from the effort, had let go of my hand, kissing the imprint of your teeth. Only after I had watched and smiled, dropped it on my chest with a sigh of satisfaction.

"See? And 'even comfortable. "You muttered while with one hand languidly caressing her hair.

"Seh, comfortable, really. The next time we do it over the chandelier. "I'd heard giggling, and then asleep on me in the middle of stuff and things forgotten.

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03. If you can learn to do it

Fandom. ORIGINAL
Pg: fangirl / Boyfriend
Prompt: "Love, what does it mean NC17?"
Notes: written for the pOrnfest # 4 of fanfic_italia , to list a couple of fancy stuff that came to my mind. Fic a day keeps the doctor away, especially if there's porn in the middle, so we are all happier, no? Sex
descriptive, of course. Otherwise what good is?

biting his pen impatiently waiting for I should wish to continue to write that essay on Goethe, which would not have happened in a short time, I already knew. Luckily it was overcast outside, so I could not complain too much, more, my boyfriend was in the room do not know exactly what to read, just to make presence.

He had left his notes to be organic chemistry twenty minutes ago, when she discovered a stack of papers filled with various stories, fragments of stuff written by me and others who print fanwriter to keep up to date and have something to read just relaxing I felt like it. They could not even be called stories, they were only snippets of stories, images, and that would not have had an early development, writing exercises that relax me in the least downtime like this. I was also dedicated to ... I rose to sit down with a jerk, but it was too late.

"Love," I heard him call from my room while I got up in a hurry and almost ran to the '. No, no, no! I thought almost hopeless, but I had to do something about it before. "What's NC17?"

was sitting at my desk, with all the papers scattered around. He was holding two pages in particular, and his eyes darted from one part of the paper. The half-smile that had popped into her face did not promise anything good.

I cleared my throat, adopting a tone of casual and indifferent, when I wanted to collapse.

"NC17 is a fanfic ... ..."

I saw him raise an eyebrow and opened his mouth to do with surprise. He turned and looked at me, asking in disbelief.

"You really can do such a thing?"

what I wrote? Fic that was? Among those who were? It had to be slash for sure! The het I could not very well, especially when it came to sex ... or yes? Oh God, oh God ...

"What?" I reached forward and took the first sheet out of the hands, looking for the title. It was one of the last fic I wrote, and was het. And it was chock full of sex. Mixed pairs and handcuffs and tape for complete bondage and lace open and vibrators and ... oh God.

"I never thought you could do it ... well, of course, it takes imagination ." I heard him mutter happily surprised, as I reread what I wrote. They were not so well off world, yet there and then I had the courage to answer.

"Love," he said, rising from his chair and taking me by the wrist, "I have not yet said what a NC17."

I do not know what song or citation said if you can imagine it you can do it, or something like that. It was damn true and I was having the reconfirmation.

His face was a few inches from mine and mischievous smile that I was exciting beyond belief. I wondered why I had never thought of before. I bit his chin and I strongly mugugnai, biting the piece of cloth that kept me from speaking. I leaned forward, wanting to return the favor, but having his hands tied behind his back prevented me from continuing. Luigi bit my shoulder naked, licking the bone could be seen on and off just to lick a nipple, sucking gently without. I groaned as her fingers ran down, touching me where I was wet and penetrate completely. The movements were fast, I could take your breath away was frustrating and exciting at the same time, this constraint was to come ... when he slipped out, leaving me to the brink. A growl escaped my lips before he was running me badly, feeling my excitement rise as the metal of the handcuffs I clutched my wrists. I pushed her face against the pillows, taking another tape and cotton legandomelo around the neck like a collar. He sent down the length of fabric between my breasts and made her move between my legs, leaving you wet and made pressure on the clitoris. He gave a little tug, so that the friction would increase and I snapped the head raised, increasing involuntary movement, coming with a stifled cry.

"Yes, you can do ..." I heard him whisper in my ear, while just divaricata my buttocks and introduced something wet where I had never been touched. Slipped to the bottom, making me cringe in pain at first and then with pleasure, pushing a finger into higher speed, while the other hand gently pulled the tape. A bowed head, I continued to tremble for the pleasure, until I felt the desire to mount with arrogance, passing in waves of pleasure.

laughed softly, and held back the movement of your hand and placed himself behind me, the tip of his member that touched his lips without penetration. I bit her ear lobes, while muttering my agreement, continuing to brush her for the sheer pleasure to extend my expectation. When

finally entered me I sighed, arching her back and working with its almost total pressures in synchrony, reaching a peak again and closed his eyes.

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02. Alexander, Rain

Fandom: ALEXANDER
Pg: Alexander / Hephaestion
Prompt: * Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "
Notes: second fic written for the pOrnfest # 4 fanfic_italia ever and when ever. A little 'creative talents of my mother cooks while we were waiting, at least one is satisfied and does not think all'amount fish that eat dinner - yes, I do not like fish, I prefer red meat, I do not know if he had understood ... The stop, I promise. For tonight, at least. Enjoy!

were two days that was still raining. The drops were beating on the canvas tent with a constant ticking that gave him no respite even at night, in the end decided to stay awake and see if it actually would have stopped or not.

Hephaestion took out his sword from its sheath and took a cloth and began to polish it. He did it in slow motion, so relax and keep the nerves at bay. One thing I hated was that they could not move, it must stand still with nothing particular to do. After two days, or even reading the fighting seemed to distract him enough, for more Alexander was involved in some meetings, for which he could not even see the shadow.

Rain and more rain, if it did not stop soon it would be crazy if he felt it.

Suddenly, with a lightning movement, the tent flap was lifted and a figure rushed inside, cursing softly,

"Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "

Hephaestion's hand stopped on the hilt of the sword, while the eyebrows are arched and the term took on a tone of surprise. He looked at his king to shake off the cloak soaked with water and continue to curse as if she had not even seen. Which was probably true, given the attitude.

"Indeed, your majesty," he murmured, trying not to giggle softly, "this is not exactly the your tent ..."

The king of the Macedonians held up shooting the head, eyes framed only then that the figure sitting on the bed with a sword in his hand. Hephaestion grinned, while the other was watching him more carefully and realized that he did not wear anything, even though the temperature outside was not really hot.

Alessandro seemed foregone, a step backwards and saying, in a tone that would verge on the profound apologies and hid in a true pleasure, a certain desire, a certain ...

"Forgive me, Hephaestion. These meetings start to overcome, not to mention the rain ... it seems to have no end. "

Hephaestion shook his head, allowing you to laugh openly this time. He moved to the side, suggesting that the other could sit down if he wanted. Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair wearily rebels, before approaching and drop lying on the bed.

Hephaestion looked back at his sword, by wiping with a final coat of polish, put it back in its sheath and laid the cloth where he kept all his weapons. Turning, he saw that Alexander had closed my eyes and lay on his back, if he had not known, would have thought you were asleep.

He sat down again, making plans, and let his right hand stroked his breast covered by the sweater. Prepend long fingers lightly on the skin, following drawings and maps that only he knew. He bowed his head, lifting the hem of the shirt and kissing the side below, tasting the sweat that soaked his body, biting the top of the hip bone protruding, caressing his tongue with the shadow of a scar.

"Everything has an end, my king." He whispered, while his left hand traced the curves of that sculpted chest, looking Nipple and higher still, a collarbone, the base of the neck, with slow, measured gestures. Down again, is infiltrated under the fingers of the narrow fabric pants, extricating himself from wool and leather. Leather and leather, and Alexander, who now had his eyes open - Hephaestion was also felt out of control.

heard him sigh, as if annoyed, and stopped. He hesitated for a moment, that moment it took for the king of the world is pulled down and raised her face in her hands free, staring into his eyes. For a moment, Hephaestion came to recognize the destroyer of the world; for a while, including those Hephaestion was the man who was in front. And he did not have fear. Thus, when Alexander placed his lips on her own, smiled and returned the kiss, letting him ammonisse language and then play with her, at length, while the king's hand stroked, arousing his desire.

"No, Hephaestion. Not everything has an end. "I then heard muttering as he fell on him and on the State to touch it with his mouth, kissing it and then close your lips around. A long kiss, a slip of tongue and a touch of the hand that Hephaestion forced to close their eyes. In the darkness of that vision, he could feel King's fingers move quickly on him, going up and down, tightening and then loosening the grip as the State swelled. His wet tongue had stopped at the tip and licked greedily, as if to suck something other than seed.

Hephaestion groaned and came, unable to restrain himself further. With a grunt of satisfaction, Alexander raised his head, watching for a while, then lay on his back again, stripping himself of everything.

"This rain has no end." I said softly, laying a languid caress on the face of Hephaestion. "This world has no end. This night is very, very long. "

The other smiled, leaning over him and kissing his neck in several places, he felt the strong hands that guided him to get to get to the excitement of the king, as if they were asking for something.

"Yes, sire." Whispered the man, returning to lay his lips on her skin, not caring that while most of the rain had ceased falling.

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Dark Spotting A Week Before Period

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Fandom: Original
Pg: M + M
Prompt: Caves
Warning: PG 13
Notes: Written for the pOrnFest # 4 of fanfic_italia ; first fic of the Bell Challenge, the first fic a lot of time, etc etc first fic. Inspired by my hospital stay and a nurse so kind and helpful - what you're thinking, eh? EH?
A little 'descriptive sex, nothing special, it's just to warm your fingers. Ah, pOrnomani, the festival has begun! (Other than Christmas and Christmas ...)

The thing I liked least was the turn of his work twelve-hour non-stop he had to in the holidays. It could be Christmas, Epiphany, the middle of August, who was promptly relieve him disappears and he could do was make the room the next morning, without rest and without a moment's peace.

20:00. The bell had stopped ringing in the booth, at least for now, and he allowed himself to close his eyes and leaned back in his swivel chair, mentally going over the list of things to do in the next eight hours. With a bit 'of calm would have found the time to do everything and perhaps - but perhaps a lot - could also take the time to smoke.

A thud aroused him abruptly opened his eyes he found on his desk a stack of sealed drugs that Eric, the nurse on duty with him, had delivered. He grinned, pulling up from its convenient location and eyeing the boy with dark scowl.

"You're not going to tell me that ..."

Eric shrugged, raising his hands in defense. The most irritating in that moment was that his eyes betrayed a certain hilarity and she was not even bother to hide it.

"I touch you. I stay here, so only ten minutes to the pharmacy. "

Mark put his hand on the sealed package, lifting it. He raised an eyebrow, almost sadly. He would not surrender without a fight.

"I do not see why I should go. They call here and know that patients and 3 of 8 does not trust you and start to complain if you do not see me. It 's a quarter of an hour up in Pharmacy, we do not put anything to go and return. Also because you are more organized than me and certainly know where to put this stuff and where to get the iron for the drip. "

The other was leaning against the doorway, and he was grinning. Never had the courage to ...

"It is not the time it takes and even to patients. And 'because you have to let it get a foot in the basement that will surely now empty. And you do not like this place already during the day ... "

Marco stood up, gripping the pack with visibly annoyed expression. He could not believe it, he dared to tell him in the face! And to think that a trainee had fallen on the ward for a little over a year, how dare you?

wordlessly passed him, heading toward the elevator. Only last hesitated, feeling recall, however, did not dare turn around.

"I ... I could go for something, eh?"

The thing starts to smell bad and give him really on my nerves. Not only would have to put up double shift in the company of this guy, he should also give something back so as not to get in the damn neon-lit corridors ... It was really a coward, there was nothing to say, the problem is that his mind was seriously considering the exchange, after all, what could ever ask?

Marco turned very slowly, taking into account the high and slender body of the nurse. His hair was shaved and his eyes practically blacks were slightly too large, but on the kind of face were not bad. With the girls had some success and there had been a long time before getting a playboy fame that was accepted without much discussion.

A turn in more favors ... what could have been greater? Certainly nothing too serious, know.

"What do you want in return? You know that I can not quit drugs on the sly or anything like that, or I'm going to help you with one of the newcomers, if that's what you want. "

Eric looked around quickly to make sure that the hall was free from any prying eyes. The patients had finished eating and relatives already if the latest they were gone, so everything was empty and strangely silent.

With a pair of well-measured steps joined him, suddenly raising a hand to his face. Marco instinctively drew back, finishing with their backs to the wall near the elevator. He did not even have time to ask him what he was doing, so Eric took his chin with two fingers and pressed her lips to her with vehemence, never stop looking. Mark did not have time to figure out if what was acceptable or not that the other had already moved away, and the parcel from the hands presogli had called the elevator, infilandocisi in without a word more.

21:00. He finished off the last piece of adhesive paper and applied to the wrist of man lying on the bed before getting up and smile.

"Behold, I cut it after this, ok?"

The man mumbled an assent not too convinced and nodded, looking dejected that he had the cannula in the wrist and inches of gauze adhesive appendages. Marco gave a smile and took another tourniquet, putting it in his pocket before casually exit. Passing the sentry glanced at the clock, noting the time. Checking another patient made a quick calculation of the time that Eric was away, we would have wanted him only a quarter of an hour to go and another to return, not an hour. In addition, he needed help, he could not accept that he had defiladed for what had happened before, it would be unacceptable. Immediately after the kiss were two bells rang at the same time and he had not had the opportunity to think too deeply, thankfully, would never have imagined that Eric could feed some interest, moreover, just arrived had given him to do properly, so Mark had ruled out the possibility a priori. Not denied that it had not thought of, the shifts were often long and weary, and have a beautiful body in front for eight hours straight was not the best way to focus. Eric wondered how he had to be so sure - he had only told a few people and those few were not in his own department. Sure, it was undeniable that he had launched the long glances, but did not believe the other if they had noticed.

shrugged his shoulders, concentrating on their duties and gave up the taste on her lips - a smoky flavor and sugar. Bittersweet and arrogant, as well as the expression that was noted on the face of the owner if you watched long enough.

Marco finished the ride, going to place the cart with clean sheets and syringes in the closet, then go in front of the room charge nurse, without a glimpse of anyone. Was it possible there was putting so much? Now should know the location and, moreover, there was no risk of being lost, as the long underground corridors were all different, and after having taken the right direction ... He shook his head, chasing away those thoughts. Why should he bother? Eric was tall and strong and certainly if you would manage. Soon he would reappear as arrogant in the face with that expression, and the only thing he wanted to do then would beat him.

Hours 22:0 7. The secret was not thinking about it, he said while at a quick pace, turn in the corridor from the orange stripes. Simply had to think about the satisfaction that he would try in the vent and -

- to hear her body pressed against his hard, being forced to touch the cement wall with the cold front for support. It was really satisfying? After all you were doing submit, in addition to that bleak place. The moments before they were wrapped in a mist as we arrived? The only thing that was distinctly felt Eric's hand pressing down the white pants with the heat, pulling off and leaving part of the boxer. The satisfaction was in letting go and moan softly when he felt her hand touch his penis, the index went up from the base to the tip, drawing lines twisted and not fulfilling. Opened her lips to summon to do better, but the only thing that could to elude him was a line of pleasure when the other picked it up and started to caress and squeeze, moving faster and faster up and down.

"... Even more than that." Mark closed his eyes, so you do not see the neon light that was reflected on the white wall. It would still, damn, it was not that difficult to understand. It was becoming an agony, now swollen member would not stand another languid caress, a maybe yes, maybe no . With a gasp and a groan choked the boy raised his the back, finding himself two fingers had penetrated deeply into its opening, had not heard coming, nor had deigned to tell Eric and yet ... it was so rewarding. Start having fun, finally. The language of Eric's neck and then traveled she rise to the lobe, sucking and biting. The voice was hoarse and almost mocking.

"You want more? Tell me, come on. "

Mark bucked against him, tightening her lips in a gesture of denial useless. His body was pushed against the two fingers without any scruples, and his farce was all too visible, but not he repeated the most, he has been admitted once was enough. With a laugh Eric pulled his fingers wet and pulled back his hand from her sex, both resting against the wall and secure it against it. His mouth teased his ear, and could feel the erect member and pressing against a buttock.

"Next ... basically I made you a favor, right?"

Marco was silent, trying to earn a minimum of dignity, but in fact that Eric would have wanted to take him there, now and unceremoniously, making be so violent and almost too sweet. The other sighed, shaking his head resignedly. With a sound that resembled a snarl grabbed his sex in his right hand, making him moan of pain and pleasure at the same time, prior to entering with force, pushing into him without stopping for a moment, completely smashing it against the wall. Mark moaned freely, trying to sustain the pace and pushed the boy, but he finally let go, allowing him to drive the embrace ever more frantic, until she heard him stifle a groan and go, leaning heavily on his back.

Eric's hand had become wet and sticky, thanks to his seed, and Mark stared at her for a moment before sighing and closing his eyes.

23:41 pm. It was raining outside, but did not care. It was started while he was down, and now was the only good time for that holy smoke. He inhaled the smoke, staring at the drops falling on the balcony of the plan. The city was asleep, as many of the patients within the department. In the last room on the far right, a boy was lying on an empty bed, her eyes closed. Eyes a bit ' too large, but attractive nevertheless.

Marco took the last breath, throwing her cigarette on the ground and turning it off under the sole of the shoe. He finished the round by himself, now it is barely seven hours, at least he was sure he had no other distractions that night and definitely should not have to come down in the basement.